Swamping Poems | Examples

buried in my head

So you live the high life,
as swamping on egg-plant
and the salty of the seeds.
You brought nothing
to your troubled life,
your father, excuses,
mother so proud
and yet you're so alone....
I too feel the high
of no gift of suicide,
its brings no closure
to these fights,
repeatedly
in my head,
if my mother,
could....
well,
I did
forgive
I don't
know
how to be...
she's been dead
for a few years.
Yes, I'm troubled
but you were
the ignition
buried in my head.

New Hope

Peace and contentment can feel, 
An endless frustration to find, 
When mixed emotions take over, 
Swamping the thoughts in your mind.

In a constant state of limbo, 
Stuck between fight or flight, 
Exhausted from the flashbacks, 
Haunting your sleep at night.

Frantic thoughts fueling the fire,
In the pit of burning fears, 
Whilst anxious worries burst open, 
Vast floods of bottle in tears.

Nights are often spent wondering, 
How and if you'll ever cope,  
But remember, nothing lasts forever, 
Every sunrise brings a promise of new hope.

Eighty Four Voices

Last Moments of the Crew 
of the Ocean Ranger?

Eighty-four voices cried out in the night 
In the roar of the wind driven seas. 
Help us, we're drowning, this rig's going down 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
----- 
Damn! Why won't it work; they said that it would! 
Why the hell can't we right her back up? 
Help us, we're drowning, our rig's going down 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
----- 
This rig’s a-listing; can't right her back up. 
We all tried hard but it wouldn’t work. 
The winds are howling, huge waves swamping us 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
---- 
Eighty-four voices prayed hard in the night, 
My god will we not see tomorrow? 
Help! We're drowning, Ocean Ranger is doomed 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 

(Chorus) Repeat first verse...... 
----- 
W.C.Hull © 2004-15-2-723

Torn

Caught in the middle with nowhere to go
Between two strong-willed women
Manipulators according to their wiles
Related to one by blood
The other by dint of wedlock
Which one has the greater pull
On the tide of his wracked emotions
The chosen controller of his home
Or the one with the tidal power
of blood shared by her birth?
How he is tossed and torn
Amidst the twin but hostile competing tides
Mercilessly dragging him one way ,then the other
Swamping his compass of clear thought
With loyalty tested and doubted
By the partisan  and opposing currents
Whose anger remains unbridled
And unforgiving to the depths of their very souls
Fighting their unrelenting battle
In towering crests of  surging emotion
Hoping to gain total supremacy
Over him  who is no more than a piece of flotsam
In this relentless clash of tsunamis
Being dragged ever deeper by both irresistible forces
In the competing riptides of disturbed and irreconcilable passions,
Leaving him feeling helpless 
As he loses the will to live.

Clouds Hanging Over Me

Clouds Hanging Over Me

dark clouds, ominous
feelings of dread swamping
me with foreboding
unable to get my breath
anxiety leading to yet another
panic attack to
disarm me
detach me from myself
alone and afraid I am
losing my mind
certain it has happened in
the past
confident no one notices
that there are clouds of
madness hanging over me

Transformation

In our
faces.
Constantly,
in our
faces.
Glowing
screens.
Pumping,
pumping out
information 
constant
Information.
Inundating, 
swamping
the mind.
Washing over,
coursing through.
Minds smoothing,
ideas blending.
Minds altered,
losing 
individuality.
Cloud.
All spinning 
up,
up
into the
cloud.
Different, 
what returns
different 
not the same
not individual.
Old minds
filled with
yesterday 
fading away.
Old ways dying,
dying
with the old.
Soon,
transformation 
will be
complete!

Up In Arms

Another wave of voter vexation
is swamping the shutdown nation

To the left, 
the windpipes are hissing
To the right,
the windbags are dissing

And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up     deaf adder listening    

Their thumbs down
is the ballot death blow sign:
Telling the weathervane citizens,
the rainy day 
slush fund money is missing

The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed   ...   they’re getting no paychecks

When the last mint cookie crumble,
the murmurers 
are gonna misty-eye mumble

The viper sound bytes
are cobra kissing — 
Blowing inherit-the-wind 
lipstick jinn wishes

Getaway stage right poll exit
says last count call:
the vault money is missing

The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed   ...   they’re getting no paychecks

To the right, 
the windpipes are bursting
To the left,
the windbags are cursing

And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up     to the empty cookie jar

As the latest patriotic wave of voter vexation
is giving wet back hex to a grumbling nation

And the whether vain citizens don’t know which way to turn

The Swamping Tide

When rent in sorrows I try to find
Another plane on which to set my mind
To distract it from the downward vibe
And thereby avoid the swamping tide

The swamping tide has no remorse
It will hold you if you cross it's course
The suction of it's slimy waves
Has taken many a mind to grave

Grave and dark in their dual pact
Overpowering those that lacked
The energy to pull out of such mire
Their very souls tortured by fire

Fire and brimstone smoking out
Any who's minds are struck by doubt
Keep such at bay by a forward plan
The saving grace for many a man

For many a man will take some time
To watch for dangers down the line
Place a safety net close to hand
And by such means all panic's banned

All panic banned, the moments pass
Relax and take the pre-planned path
A clear head can most risks avert
As the wartime posters said 'Be alert'

©Rhumour
June 23rd 2009

The Deluge

THE DELUGE
 Placid waters sans piquant ripples
 Freaked out with furious,forceful  jerks
Reeking of rare reckless rumbling  rage
 Bloated brook  burst beyond banks, berserk

 Downhill town duped ,drenched, drowned and devoured
by  conniving crushing conqueror
 Merciless river  lost all morals
Swamping  streets  like a shameless sinner

Roared and rushed the ravaging runnel
Its  long hideous hands hushed all lips
Millions of lives  maimed marauded
 Annihilate, said apocalypse.

Date Nov29 2016( earlier submission)
9 syllables per line
Contest Riverline New guidelines
Now submitted for Brian Strands any form any theme max 25 lines

Earth's TidalRiver Day

Earth's tidal river day
on universal salvation display

This indigenously wise place
New England conventional space
ebbs without yesterday
flows within today

Building forest skills
industriously clear-cutting slack
of co-infested character

Puritan souls
submerging and swelling
wild native nakedness enslaved

Merged with dark
thick-skinning 
self-immolating 
magic aboriginal music roots 
satiating muse suffered bliss

Yankee hard hearts 
confederating comfort's freedoms
idolizing golden age 
peaceful privileged ideation

Integrity 
accessible to each secular body's intricacy
and all mind full 
empty sacred elegance

Empowering fertile core soul passion 
swollen fecund pastures
swamping pleasant birdsong light

EarthTribe's salvific natural spirits
of surf-songed sight.

Female Migrant

The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life 
into her and he was no longer alone. 
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out 
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding 
and silent not for her to turn her back complaining
of a headache and other female ailments. 
After wild night they had done it five times, she had
she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere 
in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.
With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his
country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and 
thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.

New Lair

NEW LAIR

Lestat walked down the street muttering to himself, 
eying the tide mark faintly etched on the brickwork 
of his once glorious house. 
Damn! Katrina really did her job well swamping 
my food source. No more food, no more jazz 
on the airwaves, no more sultry summer evenings 
on the French style streets. Is it worth re-building it again? 
Do I leave my water-drenched lair for the more common 
uncultured metropolis of New York?
To Hell with it! I need to feed, a victim 
I must get more blood in my veins. 
Here I go, up into the sky, preternatural powers taking over. 
Soon, now, blood will be mine.

I Cannot Forget

I CANNOT FORGET

Forgetting is hard to do
When my mind constantly searches 
Its recesses for images of you 

I want to forget
But never will
I need to forget
But won’t willingly
I must forget
But that is unlikely 

My sanity ever so fragile 
Hinges on you being a fading memory
A path once travelled 
But now too arduous to bear 

Swamping my psyche 
And filling me with despair
My wounds are deep and sore
And will never heal

What we had failed 
It was not meant to be
We both must release ourselves
From this gnawing misery

He Mystery

Looking into my imaginations and soothe yourself
Because tomorrow I shall be ragging, storming, clashing, swamping and soaring
Pacifying nature’s commotion
Today, I am weak, pale, dry, and soak with emptiness and man’s abuse of my serenity
If you think my existence is an illusion, I dare you to gaze into my awakening
I shall sweep a whole village in my rage just like I did as it is called tsunami
Sometime my calmness is taking for a fool, but I can full a nation in a split of a second
Sometimes my complexity is mock
But I shall remain to my true self….
Who am I you ask
I
Am 
Awoh

Family Reunion

Family Reunion


There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before
In a thousand million life cycles

Earth people will shout for joy
At the site of their brothers and sisters
Who have been long separated from them

Who have traveled and transverse
The entire expanse of the universe
For this planned together

Unlike previous and alleged sitings
This time is for keeps
Like a family picnic eating fried chicken and Aunt Ethel’s potato salad
Swamping stories and sharing pictures

And yes for you tech heads
A sharing of earth scattering technologies

An advanced team has been living here
In your space and on your own terms
But have laid low and kept quiet

When they that have been foretold
And prophesied by all human cultures
Return like the Blue Kachina
They will come in peace
They will come to share their ability to make love and not war
They will come to re unite and re union as one
With you

And you will re member
That we are a family

There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before

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